The weather in the southern part of the Ziyang Continent is mild and humid. Unexpectedly, there will be raindrops falling in the sky. Therefore, the sudden appearance of a tavern in an off-the-beaten-path place will not be too abrupt.

Perhaps, someone entered such a tavern just to shelter from the wind and rain. But now that you're in, you're too embarrassed not to eat something and drink a little wine.

The tavern seems to have existed for a long time. There are captive chickens and ducks in the back of the house, and there are vegetables and crops that they grow. Even when there are no guests, you can be completely self-sufficient.

The only thing that is incongruous is that the proprietress here is too beautiful, even if she is dressed as a peasant woman, it still makes people feel glamorous. Even the little girl who brings tea and water to people is like a little fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world. However, no one has dared to harass the mother and daughter. Because, those who dare to harass them will always be struck by lightning inexplicably, as if they are the darlings of God.

This is the only way to the Valley of Loss. What was supposed to be a tavern with little business has suddenly become particularly hot in recent days. Of course, many people believe that most of the guests come because they admire the beauty of the hostess. Only a few people know that the real purpose of those people coming here is the Valley of the Lost. Stop by this tavern just to take a break, or, wait for some friends.

In the distance, a group of people flew directly over, without any scruples about shocking the world, as if they were blatantly telling others directly, I am not a mortal, but a cultivator.

When it approached, people saw that the middle-aged man who was the leader was still holding a large rolled flag in his hand. He thrust the flagpole into the ground in front of the tavern, but before he could see how hard he could exert it, the flagpole was more than two feet into the ground. The flag is unfurled in the wind. On the black flag, there are three big characters woven with golden silk threads: Ming Yaozong!

"This is the habitat of the Ming Yao Sect, everyone wait, leave quickly. ”

The middle-aged man spoke, and his tone was domineering and unquestionable.

"Miao Xianfeng?, that's the Linglong Realm powerhouse of Ming Yao Sect!"

Someone immediately recognized the middle-aged man, and there was a look of fear in his eyes. Trembling, he exited the tavern.

The Ming Yao Sect is the closest sect to the Lost Valley. Although it is only a second-rate sect, behind it is the Nangong family, one of the four major families. Even if many people don't know this Miao Xianfeng, but just the name of Ming Yaozong, they can't afford to provoke it.

In less than a few moments, more than half of the people in the tavern had left. And Miao Xianfeng's face also showed a look of self-satisfaction.

"With your cultivation, even without the Blood Demon, it will be difficult for you to penetrate into the Lost Land. ”

Facing those who walked out of the tavern, Miao Xianfeng sneered contemptuously.

However, at this moment, an arrow suddenly flew from a distance, shooting straight at the banner. In the distance, two small yellow dots also appeared.

Miao Xianfeng's figure flashed, and the arrow had been grasped by him in his hand. But the arrow was in his hand, and suddenly it caught fire and burned.

The shaft of the arrow, just an ordinary wooden arrow, has reached the verge of burning under the high-speed friction with the air. This shows that not only is the speed of the arrow fast enough, but when the arrow is fired, it must be at least dozens of miles away from this side.

Miao Xianfeng was furious, and threw the flaming arrow to the ground:

"Who dares to tease me like that!"

The yellow point of light grew larger and larger, and gradually it could be seen that they were two yellow birds.

The tail of the bird is fan-shaped, and the feathers on it are red, yellow, and green. Under the high-speed movement, the beautiful tail rises and falls, like a beautiful fan, constantly fanning. As the bird got closer, its two-foot-long peck and the two women sitting on the bird's back could be seen.

"Ming Yaozong, is it very powerful? I advise you to go as far as you want, and don't make trouble here!"

One woman scolded Jiaojiao, and the other woman didn't speak, and shot another arrow. The goal is still the flagpole embroidered with the banner of Ming Yaozong.

Miao Xianfeng's face changed drastically, and his pupils shrank.

"Xuan Fan!"

The fan is not a fan, but a bird, a spirit animal. At the same time, it is a symbol, a status symbol.

Because, the eighth-order flying spirit beast Xuan Fan is unique to the Xuanfeng Sect. Elsewhere, this kind of spirit beast simply doesn't exist. It can be said that this kind of spirit animal is very rare. If it is an ordinary disciple of the Xuanfeng Sect, he does not deserve it at all. Those who are qualified to possess Xuan Fan must at least be in the Linglong Realm.

Miao Xianfeng seemed to have forgotten to block, or perhaps, he didn't dare to stop at all. I watched as the sharp arrow broke the flagpole and the flag fell to the ground.

The person who came was Tu Rui and Hua Fei Hua. After knowing the news of Yuntian, they didn't want to wait for a moment, and took the Xuan Fan to come here one step in advance.

The two Xuan fans raised their heads and followed behind Tu Rui and Hua Feihua with their heads held high. Miao Xianfeng's arrogant posture just now, compared to them, is really weak. And Miao Xianfeng was even more silent. Because he knew that the more arrogant the Xuan Fan was, the more it could prove the status of its master in the Xuan Feng Sect.

Before Tu Rui and Hua Feihua had even stepped into the tavern, they heard a lazy man's voice coming from inside.

"I seem to have heard someone say just now that this is the habitat of the Ming Yao Sect. What's going on now? How am I, getting more and more confused?"